The 5 Worst Things About Getting Married

A lot has happened since the last time I published a post – most notably, I got married two weeks ago. I have no regrets about the amazing man I married, our beyond incredible and supportive families, and the future we will build together. That said – and you don’t have to be planning a wedding to know this as a truth – planning a wedding can be a painful process. Things will go wrong, feelings will be hurt, and you’ll be struggling to stay focused on the end result, the ultimate ROI: you’ll soon be marrying your soulmate.

While I compiled a list of 5 things that I found to be the antithesis of wedding-planning bliss, I’m sure there are many more that could qualify.

1. More Money, More Problems: Weddings are expensive. Even if your parents are paying for some, most or all of your wedding, hidden expenses will sneak through. We came to a very fair agreement with our parents about expectations for our contribution, but budgets quickly crept up when Adam picked out an invitation that I fell in love with. I loved everything about it; it was so elegant and modern, and elegance and modernity come at a steep price. At the end of the day, I reasoned that if I wanted something, and I felt strongly about it, I should be the one to pay for it. That to me, and to Adam, was the ultimate test for necessity.

2. We Are Family: When people say that weddings bring out the worst in people, they’re not always talking about the immediate family. I think it’s the residual family who can often be pinpointed as the culprit for bad behavior. My advice to brides on this is to omit any people who won’t be able to focus on supporting you and your partner. I’m especially close with my parents and siblings – my immediate family – and my mother’s family. That said, there are deep-rooted feuds in my father’s family that have turned into immature grudges across parties, and have since trickled down to my generation. If I could go back again, I would have made a stronger argument with my parents that the room should only be filled with people who genuinely want to be there, not out of perceived protocol, but out of love and support. Thankfully, we had so many relatives and friends (who are basically family at this point) make the trek to Michigan – all the way from England, to Florida, New York, California, Indiana, Washington, Illinois, DC and beyond.

3. We Make Plans, And G-d Laughs: During our ceremony, the ketubah fell off of its easel, the lights were switched on by accident, the photo booth was unbearably warm, and our “first dance” song (In My Life by The Beatles) wouldn’t play for the DJ (he rigged it so that it would play from my phone through a microphone). There are mistakes you just can’t plan for, and it’s important to accept it, with no expectations beforehand. The only thing you can really realistically plan for is that you are getting married. My rabbi was so sweet; he could sense my type-A personality from my initial e-mail to him about his availability. He made sure to caution me about keeping focused on the love that we’re celebrating, and not the to-do lists and planning. I think he may have underestimated how a career in PR prepares you for poise in the face of even the most ultimate screw-ups and disasters.

4. You Can’t Always Get Your Way: I know that I’m neurotic, and that it’s in my nature to be controlling. But, as much as one’s eventual marriage is a partnership, so, too, is the planning process. I wasn’t one of those women who had her entire wedding planned before meeting the groom. In fact, navigating this with someone by my side was exactly what I needed for each of the minuscule details to be digestible and actionable. I chose so many of the elements, that I really was thrilled when Adam showed remote interest in things like the food, music, and invitations. I decided to forfeit control (with 5 vetoes), so that he could feel like his personal touch was also part of our big day.

5. If You Have Nothing Nice to Say, Don’t Say It At All: From the moment you get engaged, outside opinions will start to percolate. I sometimes think that all brides and grooms should go through media training to learn how to weather the naysayers and over-opinionated. Even now, two weeks post-marriage, my mother comments on how she doesn’t like the way I’ve chosen to stack my bands with my engagement ring. And, as I tell her without polish, I don’t really care.

You will almost definitely experience some sort of struggle in the wedding planning process, and it may not even creep up until the big day. It’s important to remember that while you could certainly sit here and whittle away a list of hundreds of crappy things/opinions/people/all of the above that you encountered along the way, none of that negativity is going to help usher you down the aisle. Turn off the noise around you, and focus on the fact that at some point soon, you’ll be saying “I do.”



The Mindy Project

English: Actress Mindy Kaling at the premiere ...

There’s always been something intriguing about Mindy Kaling. Funny as part of The Office ensemble, but the small roles I’d seen her in outside the NBC sitcom were not so appealing.

Fast-forward to The Mindy Project. I was perusing Xfinity for something to watch, with the intention of putting on a movies from the 90s in the background of some reading or writing. Instead, I found Mindy Kaling’s new Fox pilot, and decided to give it a watch. And I’m so glad I did.

As it were, Mindy’s humor does not fall far from Kelly Kapoor’s hilarity on the office. She’s smart, acid-tongued, and a wee bit ditzy. Her character is an OBGYN looking for her rom-com dream man. She is endearing, albeit tragically so, and delivers — pardon the pun — some wickedly fast-paced one-liners that I wish I had written down. Oddly relatable, and lots of fun.

I’m very much looking forward to the show’s premiere September 25. It’s the only reason I’d ever tune in to Fox. For micro laughs from the brilliant Kaling, follow her on Twitter.

AAA: Antimicrobial, Antibacterial, Antihistamine

Let’s be honest . . . sanity doesn’t suit me. Being normal, simple, and easy-to-please has never been by shtick, and likely never will be. Within a week of starting work at my current job, I’m pretty sure my colleagues began to get a sense of my quirks, most notably: my fear of germs.

It’s not rational, and certainly not OCD-extreme, but when people sneeze, I cringe. When they cough, I glare. When they cough and sneeze, I sanitize and disinfect. When my roommate had mono and strep this summer, I started washing my hands with surgical soap, walking around with latex gloves and a mask. Normal, I am not.

That all said, one of the members of my Interactive Dream Team (that’s right), Eric Glover, found a hilarious video, part of a Kleenex promotion with Nick @ Nite (has it been so long since I’ve watched the network to realize they switched the “at” to “@”?), that perfectly reflects my attitude toward people battling colds this winter season. I care and take care, just don’t touch me.

Bieber Fever is a Consumer Epidemic

Just when I thought it was dying down, Bieber struck again. This time, though, he’s moved his attack to the bookshelves. According to an article I read (via Entertainment Weekly), teenage heartthrob, Justin Bieber, is coming out with a memoir, published by HarperCollins.

I guess Christopher Walken was wrong. The only prescription is not more cowbell. How will we cure the Bieber Fever?